revolt :: ic

WHO: Gladiolus Amicitia, Noctis Lucis Caelum
WHAT: They almost bond, then they almost make out, then it's awkward. AKA nothing good happens after 2AM. AKA idiot children are idiot children.
WHEN: Early morning May 31
WHERE: Room 506, Sadler Complex.
RATING/WARNINGS: Mentions of death/grief/disassociation, and some language.
STATUS: gdoc; complete!

( something achingly familiar, like coming home )

(  TEXTS: PROMPTO ARGENTUM  )

(  TEXTS: THEA DEARDEN  )

(  TEXTS: MARIAN HAWKE  )

(  TEXTS: GLADIOLUS AMICITIA  )

Sup.

[THEA & LI-MING]

Like, what? I don't get a fuckin' say about this stupid goddamn parade?

What is goin' on?

This does not feel like the Void, so I shall believe it thus. This device seems much like an audiograph, except that I do not record anything and people may speak back to me. Very well. My name is Emily, and I have important matters to get back to, not to mention my Father will be concerned. This is too much like Delilah's...

[NOBILITY PEOPLE]

I'm in need volunteers to help me manage the influx of phone calls, emails and reporters. If anyone can just pick up and tell whoever that we're getting back to them, that would be fantastic.

[FILTERED TO WITHIN SADTECH]

I need help. Is there anyone among these refugees with PR experience? Or just someone who can pick up the phone and say 'we'll get back to you as soon as possible'?

Also, Finn's not in his office. Someone should check up on that.

[TO NOCTIS AND GLADIOLUS]

What if the dog and the cat was like the same thing with Tiny Pryna and the pets I found just heralded another fucking adventure? When am I gonna learn?

So [...] Quiet week over.

WHO: Captain Flower Friendship & Princess Night Light
WHAT: Noctis has a nightmare, Gladio goes over. It's all very Platonic™. Keeping in theme, this is also ridiculous.
WHEN: Backdated to early early morning May 15th
WHERE: Room 506, Sadler Complex.
RATING/WARNINGS: Mentions of death/grief/disassociation, the usual. Also I mentioned the ridiculousness, right?
STATUS: gdoc; complete!

( then, one night, he dreamed. and he wished he hadn't. )

(  GROUP TEXT: CHOCOBROS 12 PM ›  )

Based on the year I've been gone for two-hundred and forty-five years. It only felt like moments to me. I should be dead.

Does the park allow camping? After that long in stasis it would be nice to sleep under the stars again.

Do you get used to this? I don't suppose we could [...] travel?

I've always wanted to set foot on the moon.